omg wait what about dark reader play fighting with jd until you have him pinned to like the bed or something and teasing him when he starts to get turned on?
I think I'm starting to make the reader meaner and meaner with each one of these asks, and I don't even feel bad about it. Also I had to cut jump the scene to right after they started play fighting because I have no idea how to write that honestly 😭
Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, noncon/dubcon elements, heavily suggestive, play fighting, brief grinding, mean reader (they make fun of JD for being horny), swearing, JD's a little bit of a pervert in this one
"Aha, got you!"
A proud grin was on your face as you successfully pinned JD down to the bed. He seemed a little miffed about "losing", only agreeing to do this in the first place because he thought for sure he'd win.
"Yeah, great," he grumbled with an eye roll, squirming slightly at the way your hands were holding down his wrists. "Now get off."
"Wait a minute-"
He scoffed in annoyance at your refusal to move right away, starting to feel more and more frustrated by the second. As you would soon come to find, that wasn't the only thing he was feeling currently.
"-dude, are you hard right now?"
He felt his face heat up at your question, trying to ignore just how much the answer was clearly yes. He could feel it, and now you could feel it, too.
But he didn't want to admit it, so he decided to lie through his teeth instead. "N- no..."
"You sure about that?" You smirked while pressing your knee further into his crotch, feeling the way his cock seemed to jolt forward and stiffen up in his pants at the action.
"St- stop-" He mumbled as he turned his head away, avoiding your gaze while his cheeks flushed bright red.
"Oh my God, you are." A sudden laugh erupted from your throat the moment you realized just how aroused he was, which did nothing but make him feel more embarrassed.
"S- shut up! It's not funny!" He tried to protest, the scowl he had on his lips immediately falling away when your knee forcefully rubbed against his groin.
It was now your turn to roll your eyes at him and the way he was acting. "Oh, don't be such a baby. You're fine."
"I- I'm serious, knock it off-" He tried to push you off him but you had firmly planted your body on top of his, your hands still pinning down his wrists at his sides.
"Or what? You'll shoot me?" You openly mocked, giving him a look of feigned fear. "Oh no, I'm so scared."
The embarrassment he felt about the current situation was quickly beginning to give way to another emotion he was much more well acquainted with: rage.
"Yeah, you know what? I just might."
If it had been anyone else, they would've gotten off him immediately. Hell, if it had been anyone else they wouldn't even risk play fighting with him to begin with.
But you weren't just anyone else, meaning you weren't scared of him, so despite the glare he was staring up at you with you did the exact opposite of what someone else might do and ignored him.
"Y'know, if I had of known you'd get so worked up over something as simple as play fighting-" you leaned down closer so that your face was mere inches away from his "-I would've done this a long time ago."
"Fuck you," he spit out angrily through gritted teeth as he tried his best not to give in to the arousal that was coursing through his body.
Merely shrugging, you responded calmly with, "Well, I mean, if you insist. I wasn't planning on going any further here, but if you really want to-"
Starting to become sick and tired of your teasing, he attempted to push you off him for a second time. Unlike when he first tried to do it, it actually worked, but that was only because you willingly let go.
You snickered in delight at his red face and heavy breathing, watching as he tried to pull himself together between all the dirty looks he shot you. It was clear you weren't worried or bothered by his anger from the way you casually leaned back, relaxing as you rested your hands behind your head.
"The next time you get hard from me being that close to you, I'll force you to cum in your pants for being such a dirty little pervert."
JD had no idea whether your words were meant to be a threat or a promise, and although he knew he should feel offended by them he couldn't help the shiver of pleasure that ran down his spine.
He could only hope you hadn't been able to tell how he did actually cum in his pants, which was why he shoved you off him in the first place.
If you knew just how difficult it was for him to be close to you without getting a hard-on, you'd never let him live it down.
cough jd x male reader fluff 👀 you got free range with this tbh I don't rlly mind
(this fandom is dead and I fear you're one of the few that still are open to writing heathers/haven't deactivated 🥹)
His Dork || Jason Dean x male! reader
Summary: JD helps you choose which one from your plethora of movies to watch together (spoiler alert: they're all Disney)
Warnings/contains: grumpy x sunshine trope, reader has a really bubbly personality, reader is an avid fan of (old) Disney (and has a bunch of DVDs instead of using Disney+ because I'm an advocate for owning physical media), kissing, JD calls reader "dork" affectionately, implied smoking/cigarette mention, JD also calls reader "pretty boy" as a petname, teasing, suggestive comments
Beginning notes: I've pretty much only been writing for the pitt lately, but since you were so sweet with asking I've decided to make an exception for you 🥰 I can never turn down a male reader fic hehe 💕 (plus you're so right about how there's so much fewer content for heathers lately so hopefully I can help amend that) hope you enjoy!
"Do you wanna come over? We can watch a movie and cuddle," your cheerful voice rambled on the other end of the voice as JD listened in. "I have The Aristocats, and Oliver and Company, and 101 Dalmatians."
"Do you have anything that isn't Disney?" he deadpanned at the options given. The sarcasm in his voice was evident, though he knew you well enough by this point to figure that you'd answer sincerely anyway. Whether that was because you didn't pick up the tone or you were just ignoring it, he wasn't sure.
"Hm…" there was the sound of muffled footsteps and soft rustling as you began what he could only assume was searching through the rest of your DVDs. "Ooh, I have A Bug's Life!"
He let out a quiet sigh and resisted the urge to make another snarky comment. "That's still Disney, babe. It's Disney Pixar, which technically counts."
"Oh, yeah…" your voice trailed off as you went back to looking, and he heard you muttering to yourself as you sorted through the stack of movies, trying to find something that wasn't animated and didn't involve talking animals. Or insects. "Ugh, I give up," you declared dramatically, the squeaky sound of springs bouncing beneath you from where you'd flopped down onto the mattress making its way through the phone and to his ear.
JD merely snorted at your theatrics. God, you were adorable. "How about you keep looking, and if you still haven't found something by the time I get there, I'll choose for you?"
"Okaaaayyyyyy," came your drawn out reply, all whiny and reluctant, like a toddler finally agreeing to a nap. "But I wanna still talk to you on the phone."
"You can talk to me in a few minutes, dork," he replied with an affectionate eye roll that you could practically see through the phone. "Just hang tight."
"Okaaayyy. I love you."
It was quiet for a moment before he responded with "love you, too", all muffled and soft; then he hung up. You didn't take it personally. Despite all of his grand speeches and declarations of undying devotion, he rarely said the actual words "I love you" unless you did it first.
You were still flipping through DVDs when you heard his motorcycle pull up somewhere outside before rumbling to a stop, his head poking through the windowpane a few moments later.
"Do you always leave your window open for anyone to wander in?" He questioned almost accusingly, as though he were seriously judging you for making such a poor decision.
"Um, no. I'm not stupid," you retorted at his words, glancing up from the DVD you were holding to see him shucking off his leather overcoat after climbing inside. "I left it open because I knew you'd be coming over, duh."
"Hm." It didn't sound as though he believed you, but he decided not to push the subject. "Find something for us to watch yet?"
"No. Urgh, why does this have to be so difficult?" You were sitting in a spot on the floor that was surrounded on all sides by movie cases, most of which were Disney.
"How about…" JD knelt down on the floor beside you, a barrier of DVDs separating your bodies. "…we watch this?" He reached for one of the movies before holding it up for you to see. The Lion King. Typical that'd be the one he chose, since he secretly enjoyed the turmoil involving Scar and the hyenas.
He saw the way your eyes lit up with unbridled joy, squealing before you launched yourself at him, DVDs scattering in a mess across the floor, not that you seemed to notice or care. You peppered his face with affectionate kisses, not missing the gruff laughs that escaped him at your excitement.
"You're such a dork," he huffed with faux exasperation that you quickly shut up with a sweet peck to the lips.
"But you love me anyway," you countered with a grin before getting off him and standing, grabbing his hand so you could tug him over to the bed for cuddles.
"Yeah, yeah," he agreed with a playful eye roll, watching you put the movie in while he leaned back against your pillows. He reached down into the pockets of his jeans for a lighter and a spare cigarette, but before he could even get them out fully you were already whipping around and pointing a chastising finger at him.
"No. You're not smoking in my room, so you can just forget it."
He scoffed and slumped down further on the bed. "Hey, what's the big deal? You don't have a problem with it any other time."
"Because any other time I don't have to worry about you using my pillow as an ashtray," you shot back without missing a beat, climbing into bed with him and cuddling up to his side. "That's what."
He let out a loud sigh, as if you were inconveniencing him. "Alright, pretty boy. If you say so." The corners of his lips curled upwards into a smug smirk at the flustered shriek you let out before burying your face into his chest. He absolutely loved it when you got like this, all giggly and unable to think properly over something he did or said.
"Y'know, you keep your face in my chest like that, and you're gonna miss the movie. Which is the whole reason why I came over here to begin with," he murmured in a low and smooth voice, dipping his head down to speak right next to your ear. "Unless you've got something else in mind for keeping me entertained?"
"JD!" You squawked while giving him a light shove, feeling as your face began to heat up at his teasing. "Stop that. You're doing it on purpose."
"If you say so," he shrugged and pulled his head back, still smirking as an arm moved up to curl possessively around your waist. "I still say you're a dork for making me watch Disney movies of all things."
"But I'm your dork," you pointedly replied, grinning up at him with a delighted twinkle in your eyes.
"Yeah, yeah." He reached up and playfully flicked you on the nose, enjoying the surprised fit of giggles you erupted into at the action. "My dork."
End notes: I'm so sorry if jd's ooc or if this isn't very good, I tried my best to come up with a fluffy and cute plot for you dear anon 💔
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「 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 」 being the new girl at a school can be difficult, especially during the middle of the year and in a place with a rigid social structure such as westerburg high, but things can only seem to worsen when you start feeling as though you're being watched.
「 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 」 general themes from heathers the movie such as bullying, mentions of suicide, murder (c'mon, it's a heathers fic, what did u expect?), usage of guns, kissing, stalking, attempted rape (kurt n' ram), swearing , usage of drugs such as cigarettes, unconsensual kissing (doesn't get further than that in this), very slight insinuations to sex (spoken), the whole shebang.
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「 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .⁺ ˖ ⌒ (slight spoilers) i wanted to make the reader decently perceptive and sarcastic this one, but nearing the end i definitely made her rationality kinda disappear since that's what fear can do to a person. jd is more based off movie jd, and so is veronica.
Joining a new school midway through the school year was, to say the least, unideal.
You and your parents had just gotten the wonderful opportunity to move to the quaint town of Sherwood, Ohio, somewhere you all were essentially forced to go since your father had been promoted by his job and your family was strapped for cash. And, sure, your house was bigger and nicer than your last, but you'd had to leave all your friends you'd been with since your childhood, which was difficult.
To add to all of that, the people were unfriendly and rude, and the weather was tolerable at best. Though your old home wasn't perfect by any means, it was most certainly better than where you were living now.
And now, here you were, standing before your new high school, knowing perfectly nothing about it or what to expect yet still expecting it to be one of the worst schools you've gone to. The odd stares your fellow students were shooting you seemed to be indicative of that.
Oh, good grief.
You sighed as you entered, only to immediately crinkle your nose in disgust as you were hit with the pleasant aroma of sweaty jocks and what you could only guess were something akin to rotting bodies. Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself as you were almost hit by what you guessed were two football players dashing down the hallways.
This was going to be a long rest of the year.
You were quick to shove past the students to get to the front office, keen on getting your class schedule and getting to your class as early as you could. You'd only just gotten here and yet already you wanted to go home, though you supposed that that was how high school normally operated. It was never something anyone particularly enjoyed. Most people just managed to tolerate it enough to attend the next day.
"Hello, I'm looking to get my schedule?" You said once you'd reached your destination, crossing your arms as you stared at the woman at the front desk. Focused upon her own work, she offered you no response. You pursed your lips.
"Excuse me?" You spoke, louder this time, a hint of annoyance in your voice.
Apparently you weren't the only one unhappy to be at Westerburg high today, as the woman, seemingly irked, slowly craned her head to face you. "Yes?"
She seemed an unpleasant sort of woman, a frown etched permanently upon her wrinkled face. You wondered what the other teachers must look like, and if they resembled her by any means.
"This is my first day here. I need my class schedule."
"Name?"
"Y/n L/n."
The woman nodded and typed something into her computer. She then pointed to the printer. "Wait over there. Your class schedule is printing right now. Once it's finished, just go to your first class. The class numbers are listed on the right side."
"Well, is anyone going the help me find my way around?"
Your question was only met with silence. "Fine, I'll find it on my own. After all, why would I ever need the help of a teacher, anyway? It's not like I'm new to this school or anything." You grumbled before grabbing your schedule and exiting.
Luckily, navigating the school was a relatively simple task. The numbers on every door and the maps plastered on the walls definitely helped, and you were able to find your history class before the bell rang.
"Here's your textbook, Ms. L/n." The teacher said to you the moment you told her your name. Silently, you nodded, deciding to take a seat somewhere in the middle of the classroom as you waited for class to begin.
Something seemed off, though, as the lecture began and you jotted down nearly everything you heard. You could sense eyes boring into the back of your skull, like daggers piercing through your mind, and it inhibited your focus. You could hardly pay any attention to the teacher as she went on and on about some war you didn't even know the name of. And so, discreetly enough, you 'grabbed' something from you bag, staring over your shoulder briefly in an attempt to see if anyone really was watching you.
And, as it seemed, someone was. You managed to spot them - or him, to be more specific. Uncannily dark eyes stared back at you, blank and hollow. It made your stomach sink. Quickly, then, you retrieved an object from your school bag and continued with your notes to the best of your abilities. Unfortunately, though, you couldn't get that kid's sharp gaze out of your mind. Something about it - something about him - was off, though you couldn't quite place what it was. And, sure, from what you could see he dressed somewhat oddly - a dark trench coat adorning his shoulders, covering his already black pants and shirt - but it was more than just the way he was dressed. You knew it.
You gave up on the matter minutes after you were done with US History. As much as you were curious at the time, you could care less if some creep was watching you. It wasn't like you didn't have your fair share of those back at your old school - you just supposed that they didn't seem so outward about it. After all, you'd stared at that kid - caught him right in the act, but he didn't look away, didn't flinch, just kept staring. Looking back on it, you were convinced that you'd caught the glimpse of some sort of smile. But, as you'd mentioned, what was done was done. You'd only have to deal with him for 45 minutes every day for the rest for the year, at worst.
Sighing, you dropped your bag beside you as you sat down on one of the sticky cafeteria benches, secluded from everyone else. Although you knew you could've tried to make friends during your classes, you were aware of the truth about social politics in high school: halfway through the year, friendships were already sealed airtight and people were much less open to saying 'hi' to a new face, so you didn't even bother. And, sure, the seating was horrible, but you weren't about to make a fool of yourself, especially on your first day.
The food at Westerburg High was - albeit surprisingly - quite alright, and you found yourself somewhat enjoying it. Disregarding the horrible smell and the violently loud chatter, you supposed the cafeteria and lunch as a whole was okay.
That was, at least, until you caught sight of that kid who'd been staring at you in history. You hadn't even noticed he was there at first, but there he was, halfway across the cafeteria, staring blatantly right at you. This time, though, he was just smiling - smirking, even, and it unnerved you.
What is wrong with this guy?
The rest of the week went by like this. On your way to class, you'd always see him in the halls, eyes locking with yours as you passed him. Or getting your books from your locker - he'd always be there, eyes glued to your form. He wasn't even doing anything, was simply fixated on you. It made you shiver, the looks he gave you at first.
Now, however, it was almost expected. You'd anticipate dark eyes boring into your skull and the fumes of cigars to follow you in class, or truly just anywhere around school, just as you would expect your shadow to follow you in the sunlight. And, as annoying as it was the every first day, now it was eerie. You didn't have to look over your shoulder to know you were being watched, but when you did, you'd surely freeze out of both paranoia and fear. While, yes, you'd expected this year of high school to be your worst yet, never had you expected for it to be to such an extent.
Your fear later festered when he pulled a blank on two jocks in the cafeteria. Although you knew blanks couldn't truly hurt them, you shuddered to think what he'd do if he really wanted to cause some damage.
Things got worse still when the kid started dating the infamous Veronica Sawyer, not quite a Heather but not quite anything else either. Gossip around the school grew mad about the unconventional couple, and you soon learned the name of the kid who never did seem to leave you alone: Jason Dean, or 'J. D.' as everyone knew him.
Now, whenever you'd see J. D., he'd always be accompanied by his girlfriend, Veronica. He never did stop staring, though, resulting in numerous glares coming from Veronica's way.
So much for being tolerated by the popular crowd.
School had then became a living hell for you, because if one Heather didn't like you, none of them did, making life going unnoticed near impossible. Now, no matter where you were, someone was either glaring or gazing at you, their intentions vague and unclear.
Things then got particularly bad when Heather Chandler became a sort of enemy of yours. You weren't sure what you did to irk specifically her, but, whatever it was that you did, she most certainly hated you, more so than Veronica, even. Not a day went by without a rude confrontation by her, and you could name several instances when she'd embarrassed you in front of the school.
But then, one day, she was gone.
Suicide. At least, that's what they said it was, but you knew too many people hated that bitch for it to be so. All it would take was a teenager driven insane enough by her to be driven to such a point, and considering the state of Westerburg high, you didn't doubt for a moment that the queen bee of the school essentially prompted her own death.
So, yeah. You knew her suicide was faked. Not that you were going to report it to the cops - you weren't planning on stirring up more drama - but you weren't stupid enough to be fooled by such a thing. And, besides, though you'd never admit it aloud, you were glad she was dead, in an odd way. Now you had at least one less person to make your life at this sorry school miserable.
So, life was okay for a while. People got too busy about mourning Heather's death to notice a nobody like you. Other than that creep J. D. and his jealous girlfriend stalking the halls, life was tolerable.
But when you're at the top, the only way you can go is down. And that's where you went. Down. All the way to rock bottom.
You didn't know how to put it in lighter terms, so here it was: You were almost raped. By Kurt and Ram, to be more exact.
Apparently, J. D. wasn't the only one who had an eye on you, and with all your attention focused on him (since you were so damn paranoid) you'd failed to notice the two jocks that also seemed to have been interested by you.
It was late at night. You were walking home from some house you'd babysat at as a favor, and two guys started following you. You didn't think much of it at first - just tried to forget about it and cool your nerves, but then they started to get faster, and faster, and you did too, until suddenly you were running, and then, almost abruptly, the two jocks had grabbed your arms and startled forcing you elsewhere. You screamed and fought, but no one was around to hear you.
You could only imagine the other 'nobodies' they must have done this to.
You remembered vividly your horror as the two piled themselves on top of you, eager to rip your clothes off. But, just as they were about to do so, a gun shot rang out, and then another. Frozen in terror, you didn't even move as you felt the boys' bodies go limp over you. You were only able to move when you felt a hand grab onto your own and force you up and get you back on your feet.
"Thank you," you barely managed to sputter out once the initial shock wore off.
"Go," is all the figure replied. A man, you presumed. You couldn't see his face, though, covered by the dark lighting. And so, dazed and confused, you obliged, not thinking twice about the words spoken to you.
The next day, though, was when things truly got out of hand.
Kurt and Ram, supposedly, had died in some gay love pact, wherein they killed each other. Hearing the news over the TV your parents played, you felt sick to your stomach. But, there they lied on the screen, a bag of supposed 'homosexual artifacts' and a suicide note to tie it all together.
And the whole town ate the story up.
You didn't go to school for about the next week or so. You told your parents that you were sick, and even though they knew you weren't, they still called in sick for you, able to detect that you weren't exactly feeling well mentally.
The week of repose was good, too. You were able to gather yourself up, not to the point where you didn't fear what could have happen had your savior not came to the rescue, but to the point where you could suppose that you were grateful that you wouldn't have to answer any questions from the police.
But now, at least for now, you knew you'd be safe.
* * *
You let out a soft sigh as you landed on your bed, curling into your warm sheets as a way of seeking comfort. At least you were safe and secure at home, you supposed, your parents only a relatively quiet yell away and your windows locked for good measure. If school was your hell, then you would consider home your heaven, away from the Heathers, away from J. D., away from everyone.
Turning off your light, you sank into your pillow in a desperate sort of way, clinging to it as if it were your lifeline. You'd hardly been getting sufficient sleep within the past weeks, so it didn't take long for you to fall into oblivion, the abyss of sleep consuming you whole in minutes.
So deeply unaware of your surrounding now, you didn't even hear quiet footsteps entering your bedroom.
J. D. was, to say the least, unsure what made him drawn to you in the first place. Maybe it was your calm and uncaring demeanor, or maybe it was the way you seemed to pick up on things through simple observation so easily, similarly to him. Whatever it was, he most certainly found you interesting. And, somehow, he could simply tell that there was something different about you - something like him that he saw in you, and it intrigued him to no end.
No matter how paranoid you were, you were never completely aware of J. D.'s reach in your life. When he'd watch you when you were at home, he'd remain particularly clever, knowing that if he was caught there was a high chance that he'd get into some really deep shit. Staring at a girl in school every day was one thing, but following her home? That was much more serious, and required a much less conspicuous plan.
But, alas, his plan paid off, and J. D. smiled knowingly as he stared at your vulnerable figure, taken over by a much needed sleep. You simply looked so perfectly innocent like that, something he couldn't wait to ruin once he had the chance.
J. D. laughed euphorically as he continued to just stare at you, unsure if he still had his wits about him but uncaring at the very same time. Perhaps all the cigars he had been smoking really were getting to him. But he knew what he needed to do before he brought you with him. So, quietly, resisting the urge to kiss your pristine lips, J. D. raced out of your bedroom, your door that was previously shut left open behind him.
Unfortunately for him, however, he'd forgotten that you were often a light sleeper that woke up at different intervals in the night, so when a particularly cool gust of wind came in through your open window, you were startled awake.
"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath as you drowsily peeled your eyes open, squinting them as you stood up to close the window, before pausing and wondering how on earth your window had opened. After all, your parents never came into your room late at night as far as you were concerned, and you had locked your window when you'd fallen asleep, so how could it have opened?
It was at that very moment, too, that the faint smell of smoke wafted through the room, and you froze.
Sure, you knew you were paranoid, and that maybe fear had gotten the better of you, but you also knew that a potentially dangerous kid had been staring at you ever since you got to school and that it would be idiotic for you to assume that he had no malicious intentions.
Your stomach then tightened up once you noticed your open bedroom door. So, yes. It was possible that maybe your assumptions were idiotic, but you'd be a fool to not go with your gut when the most it'd cost you was some short-lived embarrassment, especially considering what could have happened with Kurt and Ram. So, quietly, you exited your bedroom, looking down the hallways of the upstairs floor as to reassure that the coast was clear.
It was.
More silently than you've ever done so before, then, you tip-toed to your parents bedroom, hoping to either alert them of an intruder or ask them what the were doing. But, just as you were about to open their door, footsteps were heard on the other side - not your mother's quiet, considerate ones, nor your father's loud, heavy ones, but a different kind.
Fuck.
As fast as you could, you dashed into the nearest room, leaving the door only just barely open as to not allow it to make any sound. From your parent's room exited a dark silhouette, wearing what you guessed was a trench coat and with only the burning edge of a cigarette as a light source plucked between two fingers.
You were right. You were fucking right. No other than Jason Dean was in your house, and right now, he was heading right for your bedroom, most likely intending to kill.
You needed to think fast.
My parents - right, my parents. They keep a gun in their bedroom.
You were shaking. Yes, your parents showed you were they kept the gun in the case of an emergency, but you'd never been taught how to use it.
As quietly as you could, you dashed over to your parents bedroom, closing the door behind you. And, even though you knew you didn't have the time, you took a moment to catch your breath. God, you couldn't breathe. And neither could your parents, as it seemed, when you looked over at their limp corpses sprawled in the bed. Slowly, you retracted the covers from their bodies, only to find a wet pool of blood that lay beneath them and their slit throats.
They were dead. J. D. had fucking killed your parents. You felt your knees buckle underneath you as you caressed your mother's lifeless face, her eyes never to once again open.
"Mom..." You whimpered, not caring if her blood stained your fingers. But then, you paused, realizing that, if you didn't speed up, you could be next.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I really need to find a weapon or a way out of here. I only have so much time before he finds me.
You suppressed a scream as you then scoured their bedroom in search of the gun safe, not keen on wasting any more time, but to your dismay, you couldn't find it.
They must have moved it from last year - fuck! - what else could they have?
Your eyes then landed on your father's esteemed baseball bat. You'd remember him talking about it, the pride radiating from him as he explained how it was the first bat he used to hit a home run with in high school.
Well, sorry dad.
Picking up what was now a weapon and placing it in such a way that would allow you to swing at a moment's notice, you slowly sauntered out of your parent's bedroom and into the hallway.
Your blood ran colder and colder as you approached your bedroom door, until, finally, you did, and raised the baseball bat even higher as to deliver the hardest blow on the boy that stood before you.
"You know, it would have probably been better if you'd stayed hiding," you then heard J. D. speak, turning around and raising an eyebrow at the bat in you hands. "You know, that isn't going to do much against a gun."
Time seemed to stop, and all you could stare at was the gun that sat loosely in J. D.'s hand. He was going to fucking kill you.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to use it on you," he then reassured coyly, as if reading your mind. "It's just a necessary... precaution. Now, why don't place the bat down so we can talk."
"I could scream."
J. D. seemed to smile at this and clicked his tongue, as if scolding you. "Now, would you really like to have someone else's blood on your hands like that? Just because I'm not going to shoot you doesn't mean I won't shoot anyone else. It'd be a shame if anyone had to die because of you."
Silence.
"Good, now... place the bat down."
Nodding, you complied, slowly placing your only means of defence on the ground.
"Okay, okay," you mumbled, trying to calm your racing heart down. Though you doubted it, you supposed that there was a chance that, if you could calm down enough, you could convince J. D. to leave you alive.
J. D. grinned. "Now, darling, why don't you come right here."
If you could've moved, you most certainly would've. After all, you'd seen that gun in J. D.'s hand. You knew what it could do. But you were frozen by fear, and no amount of rationality was going to move you.
"Now, this would all be, uh, a lot easier if you'd just come with me, because I'd hate to have to man-handle - " J. D.'s words cut short as he watched you, nearly stunned, as you bolted past him and towards the window. But he was quick to recoup his bearings, cocking the gun (for good measure) and grab onto your leg, successfully dragging you towards the ground. You grunted in pain upon your head slamming against the hardwood floor, the beginnings of a bruise already starting to appear.
Now only partially unconscious, it took you a long while to notice the tongue now prying apart your mouth and the chapped lips pressed against your own. You'd only really noticed when you realized that you couldn't breathe, and you let out a strangled groan as you tried to detach yourself from the figure above you, but to no avail. J. D. merely slid his tongue deeper down your throat, inhibiting you from screaming or making any other noise as he kissed you roughly.
You thrashed and flailed under his touch, but nothing was enough to free yourself from him. He was faster, stronger, and had the firearm in this situation. You stood no chance. So, with a heavy heart, you moved pliantly underneath J. D.'s touch, hoping he'd at least go a little easier on you at the very least.
And then, with bated breath, you observed as he stopped, and, hovering above you, took something out of his pocket. At first, fearing it was a gun, you began to once again fight against him, but then paused upon not recognizing the silhouette of the object in his hand.
"You know, as much as I'd like to continue this, I did come here for a reason." J. D. stared at you, no ounce of sympathy as he spoke his next words. "You know, it'd have been a hell of a lot easier if you'd just fucking stayed asleep."
Without so much as a moment to respond, a wet rag was forced upon your face. Confused at first, you lied still, before realizing what it must have been drenched it. You were now even more urgent in your fighting of J. D. (if that was even possible), punching and kicking him wherever you could. But he didn't budge, simply kept a firm grip on the rag.
"Shhh, it's fine, I won't hurt ya," he reassured, "Not unless I need to, of course."
But you didn't hear him, your consciousness already slipping as you'd only been half conscious before. You were trying to kick free, but already you were so exhausted, your adrenaline already beginning to ware off. Worse still, J. D.'s words of reassurance that you'd be fine and that everything will be alright were starting to mess with you.
You could hear him talking, but the words were muffled and blurred, and your body seemed to take everything in as if it were truth, because it was already relaxing under his cool touch. And it seemed that, the more fearful your mind grew, the more numb your body became, until, finally, you gave up your thrashing and your fighting, and sunk into J. D. harsh embrace willingly.
Upon your figure going limp, a devilish grin spread across J. D.'s face. Though he knew this was not how things were meant to occur, he was simply so happy - for he finally had you in his arms, where you belonged. And then, unable to help himself, he pressed a hungry kiss on your mouth, pleased to hear a muffled moan escape it as your tongue moved submissively under his own.
This was it! Finally - finally, after waiting for so long, you belonged to him. No more were the days when he'd have to watch you through your bedroom window, or the days where all he'd see of you were your paranoid eyes in the hallways, because, finally, here you were, in his arms, where you belonged!
Summary: You wake up married to the boy you’ve been in love with since you were 16...
Note: GUYS!!!!! So much has happened these past few weeks it’s been a whole mess! I have had homework coming out of my ass, so I hope this makes up for how long I haven’t posted! There is not enough content about this man and I love him so fucking much!!!
How ironic though that I was actually in Vegas when this story formulated in my brain?
Also FYI the parts in BOLD are flashbacks!
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I couldn’t tell you a time I hadn’t been in love with Jonathan Daviss…
We met through his father when I was 16. I was an aspiring young actress and his dad was my manager. 6 years later, JD and I were the best of friends. As the years went by, the harder I fell for him. We clicked in so many ways that it was hard to not be in love with him.
I was over the moon when JD told me he had been casted on the show Outer Banks that would be appearing on Netflix. It was a huge opportunity and I couldn’t be more proud of my best friend. Luckily we still got to spend time together despite his busy schedule, introducing me to his coworkers who I had become extremely close with as well.
Some of the cast and I got to take a trip to Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps. JD and I had just turned 21, meaning we didn’t have to miss out on the fun. A few drinks in, JD and I were attached at the hip.
“I love you so much y/n!” JD shouted, flopping himself in my arms. He pulled his head back a little to lay a sound kiss on my lips, startling me slightly, but with how intoxicated I was it didn’t phase me.
“You’re so cute J,” I giggled, taking another sip of my drink as I held close to JD.
“We should get married, I think there’s a drive in next door.” He suggested, trailing small kisses down my cheek to my neck.
“Let’s do it,” I grinned, moaning when he left a love bite right behind my ear.
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I groaned as the sunlight peaked in through the curtains, going to turn over, but I was stopped by a strong pair of arms trapping me against a warm body. I discovered that I was indeed naked next to an equally as naked JD. Memories of last night flashed through my brain, my eyes widened as I caught a sight of my left hand, and sure enough there was a very shiny ring perched on my ring finger. I managed to turn in his hold, smiling as I was met with his beautiful brown eyes.
“Do you remember last night?” He asked, his deep voice sending tingles up my spine.
“I think I remember the important parts.” I giggled, tracing the planes of his handsome face.
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I had never felt so much pleasure, my brain could focus on nothing but the movement of JD’s hips slamming into mine. His hands held so tight to my hips that I knew they would be bruised, watching where we were connected as he thrusted at a rapid pace. One particular thrust hit that special spot inside of me, causing a yelp to leave my lips.
“Right there baby?” he panted, hitting that spot again and again.
“Yes, feels so good, fuck.” I whined, arching into him as my orgasm was just in reach.
He growled deeply, moving a hand to grip my throat. JD pinned my head to the pillow, ramming into that spot. My moan was cut off as he squeezed my neck, my toes curling as the coil was about to snap.
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“So, what happens now?” I whispered, our lips mere inches apart.
JD moved to roll on top of me, smashing his mouth to mine. I pulled away breathlessly, beaming at the man who stole my heart.
“Now, we fuck, and come to terms with our new married life.” JD smirked, moving to kiss down my neck. His hands moved up and down my naked body, my hands doing the same.
“Wait, so you want this?” I asked, brows furrowing as he smiled.
“I’ve been in love with you for-christ knows how long. I’ve always known I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” JD confessed.
“I might cry.” I croaked, feeling my eyes start to well. This man who I’ve been in love with since I was 16, was now mine forever.
“Nooo, my baby can’t cry.” He pouted, nuzzling his face in my neck to leave gentle kisses.
“They’re happy tears babe.” I chuckled, wiping at my eyes before hugging around his neck tight.
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“Mine,” he grunted, meeting his brown orbs to mine.
“J, oh fuck please.” I whimpered, my hands feeling up his back.
“My pretty baby, all mine.” he whispered, his lips brushing mine after every word.
“I’m-fuck-oh my god.” I groaned, not able to meet his eyes as they closed of their own accord.
“Gonna cum for me Mrs.Daviss?” he taunted, moving his hand from my throat to rub my clit in vigorous circles.
“Yes, yes baby.” I panted, moving my hips to meet his.
I came so hard my body convulsed against his, my muscles cramping from how I tensed.
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“I love you,” he murmured in my ear, his thumbs caressing the sides of my breasts before brushing them over my already hardened nipples.
I love you J,” I gasped, pulling his lips down to mine.
I kissed him with as much passion and fervor I could manage while still subtly crying over our revelations. JD continued his play with my nipples, slowly caressing them before moving his lips down my neck. I sifted my fingers into his curls, feeling the soft tufts of hair as he moved lower. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue before playfully biting it. I got a sudden burst of confidence and flipped us over, parking my ass right on his hardened member.
“I want to play,” I smirked, scratching softly down his abs.
“Go on then Mrs.Daviss.” he chuckled, moaning softly when I wiggled down his body.
I took his very large, very hard cock in my hands, twisting my wrists as I moved them up and down.
“My husband, so hard for me aren’t you?” I taunted, rubbing my thumb on his tip.
“Yes baby, fuck.” he panted, his chest heaving as I moved my hands faster.
“Do you want me to suck you off Mr.Daviss?” I asked, smiling sweetly at him.
“That’s so fucking hot, say it again.” he growled, grabbing under my jaw.
“Mr.Daviss,” I whispered, my clit throbbing as he growled low in his chest again.
“My Mrs, all mine.” he breathed, brushing his thumb over my lower lip.
I scooted down between his legs, bending down to engulf his cock in my mouth. JD’s moan was like music to my ears, causing me to let out my own around him. He bucked his hips into my mouth, hand coming to take a fist full of my hair. I twirled my tongue around his member, pushing myself to touch my nose to his pubic bone.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” he grunted, pushing my head up and down faster.
I sucked him faster, moving to my absolute limits to make my husband lose it. He came in my mouth moments later, and I sucked every last bit of cum as I came off of him.
“Mmmm, you taste good handsome.” I panted, wiping at the sides of my mouth.
“I think it’s my turn to play now Mrs.Daviss,” he smiled, grabbing my hips to flip us back over.
I giggled as he placed kisses all over my face, his hands moving to my lower regions. I gasped as his fingers ghosted over where I was soaking, slowly entering his fingers and moving them at a slow pace. I squirmed under him, moaning when his thumb came to roll my clit. His torturous pace was killing me, I wanted him to move faster, but was getting nowhere despite my pleas.
“Baby come on, more.” I begged, pouting as his head lifted to look in my eyes.
“I’m gonna take my time my love,” he whispered, lips brushing over mine as he spoke.
“No J, I want to cum please.” I whined, his other hand laying a smack to my ass. I hissed since it was still sore from last night.
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“I love your ass so much Mrs.Daviss,” JD groaned, slapping my cheeks again.
“I love your dick so much Mr.Daviss,” I whined as he thrusted into me from behind faster.
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JD’s head descended, taking a large lick up to playfully bite at my clit. My hands immediately went to his hair, trying to shove his head down where I wanted him. He fought against me and took his time tracing every detail and muscle of my lady parts, curling his fingers to find that spot that would send me sky high.
“JD, baby please.” I groaned, shuffling my hips down the bed.
“What was that?” he asked, titling his head like he didn’t hear me.
“Mr.Daviss, please your Mrs wants to cum.” I whimpered, tugging on his hair.
“I’m taking my time Mrs.Daviss, I didn’t get to last night.” he quipped, going back to his new favorite meal as he slurped at me slowly.
“I didn’t tease you! Please J!” I pleaded, my chest heaving as tingles shot up my spine.
“You’re so beautiful when you beg Mrs.Daviss.” he moaned into me, a gasp flying from my lips as my hips bucked into his face.
“Right there baby,” I panted, his movements increasing just how I wanted them.
My eyes closed as my head fell back to the bed, complete and total pleasure taking over all my senses. JD pounded his fingers into that special spot, my legs beginning to shake as I felt my high just in reach. He suckled my clit gently into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. I honestly felt bad for our neighbors in the hotel from how much I screamed last night, and right now. I couldn’t help it, he made me feel so good, better than I had ever felt in my entire life.
“So wet, and all for me?” he teased, sliding an arm over my hips to hold me in place.
“Mhmm, fuck.” I whispered, watching his back muscles move and flex as he ate me.
I screeched as I came, his name flying from my lips like it was the only words I knew. He took his fingers out, stuffing them between my lips. I moaned around the digits, swirling my tongue to taste myself. I wasn’t expecting for him to thrust his cock into me so quickly, my eyes widening from the sensitivity that shot through my veins. My back arched into his chest, eyes rolling into the back of my head. JD removed his fingers, leaning down to kiss me hard.
“JD, too much.” I grunted, a strangled groan leaving my lips as he began to thrust at a steady pace.
“You’re gonna take what your husband gives you babygirl.” he growled, pushing his hips faster.
“I-I can’t,” I whimpered, my brain not being able to form proper thoughts from the intensity.
“I know you can my love, you came so much last night. Won’t you let me have another?” he whispered in my ear, biting gently on the lobe.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, the tip of his cock hit that spot, the spot that could send me over the edge in seconds.
“Give it to me.” he demanded, shifting so he could hold my hips to the bed and fuck harder into me.
My legs immediately wrapped around his waist, toes curling, and fingernails scratching down his back. JD’s fingers dug into the already existing bruises on my hips, pleasing me more because I will have the reminder of today and last night for a while on my skin.
“I love you Jonathan,” I whispered against his lips, panting as my orgasm was coming at full force.
“I love you so much Y/n, more than you’ll ever know.” he confessed, crushing his lips to mine as we both came hard.
His seed spilled into me, mixing with my cum as it dripped down the both of us. JD pushed his hips all the way to the hilt, burying his cum deep inside of me. My tongue played with his, our makeout continuing even after he gently pulled out of me. We rolled around on the bed, mildly groping the other while we made out.
“Ready for more fun Mrs.Daviss?” he inquired, hands fondling my ass cheeks.
“You know it Mr.Daviss.” I giggled, squealing as he flipped us over again.
hi! so first I have been reading your west wing fic and it is amazing! I was having a bad day and just read through a bunch of your fics and they genuinely cheered me up! This may be a long shot but I'm wondering if you know where else to view the west wing fantasy season 8? Most of them are on AO3 but there is ONE fic called "Like Being Pecked to Death by a Duck" that isn't and its driving me crazy that I haven't read it! No worries if you don't know and THANK YOU for your writing!
Oh this is so lovely! I’m so pleased that those old fics added a bit of cheer to your day, knowing that makes my day! (and I needed it after suffering from a nasty bout of some sort of flu/cold/plague the last few days)
I am not sure where to find the Like Being Pecked to Death by a Duck on the web, however, we’re not out of luck, because if memory serves that particular installment was written by Shelley and I do know where to find her.
@counttotwenty Where oh where can this lovely anon read this episode and if it’s not on the web perhaps you can dig through your archives and post it here or on AO3?
Now as we wait for Shelley to respond, let’s have a dance party to celebrate you stopping by.
Okay it can't be just me who loves the idea of a reader who's somehow more perverted and insane than a character who's already perverted and insane
Also when I tell you this is the MOST FILTHY thing I've written so far for this account I mean it
Tw: yandere/dark content, male reader, smut/nsfw, blowjob/oral sex (reader receiving), brief dacryphilia, degrading, hair pulling, facial, cum eating, dubcon-ish in some areas (all of this is JD receiving btw), could be seen as a toxic relationship but that's a given considering the content
When you and JD first met, he was already into some dark stuff, but he could never imagine the absolutely filthy things you'd end up getting him into. In his defense, you didn't immediately come off as the nasty pervert you ended up being.
"Come on, baby, just let me cum on your face this one time," you begged as he knelt down on the floor in front of you, unable to answer due to your cock being in his mouth.
He let out a garbled response, tears forming in the corners of his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. You had no idea if that was a yes or a no, but it didn't matter. You planned on doing it regardless.
"God, you're so pathetic. I mean, just look at you." Your hand reached down and gripped his hair, yanking his head back in a position where your cock was shoved even further down his throat as a result.
A strangled whimper could be heard coming from him, a sound that made you grin with utter delight. Despite his slight discomfort, he did his best to keep sucking like the good boy that he was.
"There you go, that's better." You let out a grunt as you felt his tongue brush against your length. "You're such a natural, are you sure you haven't done this before with men other than just me?"
The bright shade of red his face turned at your question was priceless. It kind of made you wish you had a camera to capture the moment. He was struggling to catch his breath, even after you told him time and time again to breath through his nose.
Luckily for him, you were close to finishing anyway, so you pulled your cock out of his mouth and came all over the lower half of his face. Not wanting to give him the opportunity to move away, you tightened your hand's grip in his hair and kept him still until you were done.
He stared up at you with a look of embarrassment on his face that was only partially hidden by the white, sticky substance you'd left there. "I didn't want you to cum on my face," he mumbled in a indignant manner, his lips curled downwards into a slight frown.
"Oh, grow up. You really didn't think I was going to give up on the opportunity to paint your pretty little face with my cum, now did you?" Your tone was condescending, as if you were speaking to nothing more than a bratty child.
"Besides, I know how much you love it when I treat you like the pitiful little whore that you are. You might have everyone else fooled, but I don't buy your tough 'bad boy' act for even a second."
You smirked at the way he simply pouted in response, unable to think of a good enough comeback. While he was caught up in his own thoughts, you reached your hand out and swiped some of the cum still on his face onto your fingers. "Open," you commanded as you held them in front of his lips.
JD opened his mouth and licked off the cum despite himself, his hazel eyes glaring at you in a displeased and bratty manner as he did. You merely watched, not put off or intimidated by him in the slightest.
Even if he did decide to complain about it afterwards, you had a few tricks up your sleeve that you were certain would quickly shut him up.
Yandere reader x JD (from heathers) who stalks follows him everywhere, regardless of whether he knows or not <3
I went a little overboard when writing this but I honestly love the idea of yandere reader x JD so much that I've very tempted to continue this/turn it into its own series
Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, stalking, obsessive behavior from the reader, perv behavior from the reader, the reader breaks into JD's house, obviously JD is a tad bit crazy but believe me when I say the reader's much worse
JD was the greatest guy in the world, and the best person for you. You knew ever since you first laid eyes on him that he was the one, regardless of whether he was aware of it or not.
He noticed you, sure, but didn't really think twice about you until you introduced yourself and started going out of your way to spend time with him. For some reason, you seemed to already know an awful lot about his life, despite him not telling you anything.
Little did he know that you'd been sneaking around before, during, and after school, stealing his school files and bribing some of the detention kids so they'd teach you how to break into places without getting caught. JD was smart, but he wasn't as smart as you.
He wasn't as devoted, either, because you'd been in his house. You'd seen his room. You knew he didn't have a shrine dedicated to you the same way you did to him, with his leftover cigarette butts and thrown away slushie cups and the occasional stolen lighter.
Being in his house made you feel absolutely feral. The second you were there you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself up in the sheets of his bed and never, ever leave. But you knew you had to restrain yourself, so you settled for stealing a pair of his boxers instead (what? It's not like he'd miss them).
You started following him, too, in the morning on the way to school and in the afternoon once it was over. Now that it's possible he was aware of, judging from the smirk of amusement he had on his face whenever he heard a rustle coming from somewhere near him that he was certain was from you.
When the chance came for you to finally go out with him for real, you took it, overjoyed that he'd finally gotten to the point of seeing you as someone who was a significant individual in his life. It meant you were officially his, and he was officially yours.
Even after that, you couldn't find it in yourself to stop following him. I mean, you cared about him so much, you know? And sure, you knew he could take care of himself, but what if he couldn't? What if he really needed you one day, and you weren't there?
Thoughts like that kept you up at night. If something ever happened to him because you weren't there to intervene, you would never be able to forgive yourself. It only made sense to keep following after him, wherever he might head to.
Don't get it twisted. You weren't some lost, pathetic little puppy dog, desperate for approval (okay, fine, you were, but not in this context). You were a guard dog built to attack anything that you perceived to be a threat, regardless of how strong or weak you were.
And if JD knew? Well, it's not like he could do anything to stop you, not that he'd want that. It was nice to finally have someone to follow after him for once, instead of the other way around. Though he still found it strange that you were somehow aware of his love for explosives when he never once brought it up, but that must've just been some kind of a coincidence.
After all, he always made sure to keep his eye on you whenever you went over, so you'd only have been able to snoop if you'd been inside his house unsupervised, and he was pretty sure that never happened. (Although he did find the fact that he was missing a pair of boxers to be quite odd, but surely the two weren't somehow related. I mean, that'd just be crazy.)
Hello, can I request something with JD with a reader who is visibly too crazy? As well as being too noticeable hahaha. Thank you so much
I made the reader to be the "yandere" one of the two but just to be clear this in no way means that I made JD healthy and/or well adjusted lmao, it's just that the reader is more unhinged than he is
Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, the reader is visibly crazier than JD and not very good at hiding it, mentions of shooting someone (with blanks), mentions of threatening someone with a switchblade, swearing, light stalking, allusions to violence/murder
There was talk of the new boy who'd shot two of the biggest assholes at school in the middle of the lunch room without so much as flinching. They were blanks that he used, but still.
Because of this, a lot of people thought he was crazy, but when you looked at him all you could think about was the gorgeous depths of his watercolor eyes. You had to have him, you decided, no matter what anybody else said.
You tried to follow him around so you could see what his deal was, but you weren't very good at being subtle. Not to mention how you stuck out like a sore thumb, owing it to not having a lot of friends. You were certain it was through no fault of your own and that most people just couldn't handle your eccentric nature.
Really it was because you were bat shit crazy, to put it lightly. No one could seem to forget the one time you pulled a switchblade on Heather Duke in study hall because she kept chewing her gum too loud. I mean, you make one mistake and that's all anyone remembers you for. Honestly, the nerve of some people.
So yeah, JD definitely noticed you. Maybe not the same way you noticed him (new kids were usually only on display for a couple of weeks before falling under the radar, so your fixation on him was a lot more abnormal than most) but it was still something.
He seemed to genuinely be interested in you, unlike your fellow students who always seemed to have you in the back of their minds only out of wariness over what kind of stunt you might pull next. Maybe it was because of your crazy, over-the-top nature that he became so interested in you, but it wasn't in the same way you were interested in him.
See, he could go for a few hours without seeing you, but you? No, you had to know where he was at all times. Even if you two weren't really a couple, you thought of yourselves as one. JD would probably agree with that sentiment, he just thought it was funny to see how worked up you would get whenever he referred to you as just a friend.
Of course he was aware that you were always following him around, not wanting him to be out of your sight for even a second. He thought your commitment was cute, even if your skills in the art of subtlety needed some work.
Out of the two for you, he was much better at appearing "normal" and hiding whatever sort of dark tendencies he had beneath the surface; you couldn't do that. He realized that much when you showed up to his house in the middle of the night (in the pouring rain, I might add) covered in blood.
Before he could ask what happened, you threw something down at his feet and announced, "this is for you". It was the spiral bound notebook belonging to some random kid who's homework he asked to copy the day before. He raised an eyebrow as he picked it up, noticing how the front cover had some blood spatter on it.
"Now you won't need to ask to copy their notes anymore." You seemed so proud of yourself, happy even, a stark contrast to your grouchy attitude from earlier that day. He knew you were a little upset with him for giving someone else attention other than you, he just didn't know you'd go so far as to move that person from the equation entirely.
Still, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad. In all honesty, he'd talked to (and even flirted with) them on purpose just to see how far you would go for him, to figure out where your loyalty would lie. He was a bit worried that you only seemed obsessive on the surface and were actually normal underneath it all, so this was a pleasant surprise.
The grin on your face caused him to let out a slight chuckle, tossing the notebook to the side as he approached you. "You're amazing, did you know that?" He took note of the way you beamed with pride and joy, still looking as cute as ever even with someone else's blood all over you. You were a keeper for sure.
As he leaned in to give you a kiss, he smirked at the desperate and eager manner in which you kissed him back, the blood of your victim getting on his face and clothes when you pulled him closer to you. Nothing about this situation seemed at all out of the ordinary to either one of you, despite the somewhat morbid circumstances.
JD had finally found someone who seemed to be just as devoted to him as he was them, which begged the one question he never once thought he'd ever get to ask himself: is this what love felt like?
